Diane Hine - Pegasus lyrics

Lava gouts from the volcano's jagged neck, hot and thick as a gorgon's blood and snakes into the sea's cold check, where seething baleful steam clouds scud. Pale ashen horse heads for the stratosphere. Flailing hooves split white moonbeams scattering red and gold, sear shear, for the morning and evening sun to glean. Gentle sweep of noctilucent wings filters moonlight, blue as fabled springs.